
thunderbolt black sky
lightning flash flood waters rise
tears fall from on high

thunderbolt black sky
lightning flash flood waters rise
tears fall from on high

play all the octaves
highs and lows create the score
melodies of life
tear gas, shattered glass;
bloodshed, no shred of honor.
Winter in my soul.

I sit to center.
First realization: I
cannot discern plumb.

sights – set high – blown off
cours(ing) through air – a virus
strain(s) humanity

autumn dusk falls fast
last the viewer now the viewed
time to draw the shades

smoke-laced crisp fall fog
like aftertastes of apple
when the half-worm shows
The poetry challenge today on the dVerse site is to write a “found” poem using the words on book spines.
Bjorn asks us to:
Go through your collection on books, and note the titles.
Sort them so the titles form a poem.
Take a photo of the books.
Write down the poem.
And so, my found poem — a haiku of sorts — with its found title:

wherever you go
roads of destiny — options —
some answered questions

dragon’s breath sunset
bare tree limbs in silhouette
ashes drift like snow
NaPoWriMo Day Four. Prompt: “write a poem based on an image from a dream.”

longer days still dark
I shiver with the tulips
winter’s chill in spring